I don't know, I. just. don't fucking know.

So, at 43 you find out the truth. The truth of who you are. But that truth has holes and no one has answers, so what happens next?? The people around you think that you should just be you, nothing changes. But you've changed, unexpectedly. You're different somehow, but they don't see it. You're whole 'Verse is different, less shiny. Everything is.....less.

I don't know what to do with this sense of loss.